"Your stubbornness is my wound, your tears make me confused, how can I compensate for the love I give you..."

The familiar singing woke Su Yin up, and she stretched out a fingertip from the quilt in a daze, went to pick up the fire sticks on the small table next to her, intending to light some wax first.

Although Xiaofang County is already warm in February, it is still a little cool in the morning and the sky is also dark. After all, there is no 21st century urban light source here, so Su Yin's daily morning program is:

Light wax; 2. Stay in bed; 3. Wait until the sun rises before getting up; 4. Practice the piano.

Very ancient style, very elegant pastoral life, poor and happy.

However, today seems a little different.

The tip of her fingers she stretched out did not touch the fire stick, nor did she find the wax, but instead touched a hard and chilly thing.

"What is this?"

Su Yin rubbed her eyes and sat up, opened her mouth, and yawned a big yawn.

Then, the yawn stuck in her throat and almost choked her to death.

Wherever you see, there are no more bamboos, bamboo couches, apricot flowers and curtains, but Nordic small fresh log furniture, Mediterranean arches, Rococo style dressing tables, Oriental style small desk lamps and enamel West pastoral style floral wallpapers.

Su Yin blinked hard.

The illusion did not disappear, and even reminded her with the 28-degree high temperature of heating in the north: Dear, you are sweating because you are hot.

She raised her hand to wipe her sweat.

In an instant, memories surged: the old apricot in the corner of the courtyard, the drizzle in front of the window, the piano platform and the futon, the flying sword that broke through the air...

All this seemed to have happened a moment ago, but now, she... is going home?

Yes, I'm back home.

Su Yin soon realized that she was really going home.

Back in the 21st century, she was located outside the Ninth Ring Road in the imperial capital of China. This indescribable decoration style is the deepest interpretation of the trend of decoration during that period by Mr. Mother Shang.

Then...what is the small courtyard of Xinghua Lane?

How big is she? Where is she a big classic pastoral courtyard with permanent ownership of the original ecological single building?

None?

Su Yin covered her chest tightly.

My heart hurts so much.

However, she thought about it two seconds later.

If it doesn't happen, it's gone. Su Yin is definitely not a person who is greedy for things outside of her body. The house is not important, what is important is-

She concentrated slightly, "looking" at the snow-white strings floating on the sea of ​​five colors of consciousness, and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Hehehe, still here.

This is her greatest gain.

And this also shows two things:

First, this article is mixed and matched, fantasy of immortals, supernatural cultivation, urban entertainment, and whatever you want.

Second, the other world where Su Yin dreamed or traveled through time was, at least to her, real. Although the way it operated was a bit strange.

But, what's the point?

Su Yin's eyes showed firmness and clenched his fists and raised his head.

She is now a person with a lot of strings in her mind. From now on, she will be determined to cultivate immortals and realize the truth, ignore the mortal world, and then make a lot of money with what she knows and learns... Well, isn't it too vulgar?

Scratching his hair, Su Yin quickly threw the matter away.

In short, I, Su Yin, have finished the 18th-line micro-cook in the entertainment industry, and have been playing the supporting role for more than ten years. Today, we also got a female lead template for female protagonists. I am so happy to think about it.

Su Yin got up happily humming a song and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

At dawn in early spring, warmth seems to spread.

She stretched comfortably in the dim morning light.

That's great.

She vowed that she would never complain about smog, traffic jams, or steel and concrete buildings in the future, and would never complain about the stress of urban life, the pressure of survival, and the lack of nutrition in junk food will destroy my figure.

The heating race is high!

Great to go home!

Junk food is the most delicious thing in the world!

The 21st century is the light of human civilization!

Of course, cultivating immortals is actually very good, but it is impossible to give up with one knife.

Take your time.

Taking a look left and right in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, once again deeply felt the beauty of modern civilization. Su Yin blew back into the quilt with a "scream", picked up the phone from the bedside table and wiped it with alcohol cotton, then kissed it "pop", and jumped out of bed as quickly as possible, rushed into the bathroom, and turned on the light.

The soft warm light spread out instantly, shining the marble washbasin, silver-plated hot and cold water faucet, white porcelain bathtub and glass door.

Su Yin almost burst into tears.

"Long time no see, my dear children. Mom is back. Mom loves you!"

He sighed while pinching the dramatic tone, and Su Yin sat on the toilet and pressed the flush button.

"Wow——", the strong sound of flushing water was like a song, which made Su Yin's happiness value rise by several hundred degrees again.

She turned around and picked up the paper roll next to her and sniffed hard.

I want to cry very much.

Finally, there is no need to hold the size of the big one.

Finally, I don’t have to wipe my butt with hard straw paper.

Finally, I can complete my life's big thing.

finally--

Su Yin trembledly picked up her phone, lit up the screen, and tears finally fell.

As a modern person, if you can’t sit on the toilet and watch videos or novels, will such a life be complete?

"Mom loves you the most, loves you the most."

After looking at Wanwei's latest Mint Green 8210 for a moment, Su Yin devoted herself to restoring her operating proficiency.

Although the time above the phone shows that she actually only spent one night dreaming or traveling through time. However, she has lived in another world for more than two years, which makes her somewhat unfamiliar with modern life and needs to adapt slowly.

Su Yin couldn't help but think about the bloody social news on Aunt Du happily.

I wonder if the time in another world is still or flowing when she returns to modern times? Or, like Blue Star, slows down the flow rate, and a few hundred days a night is bigger?

Besides, if she falls in dreams one day, can she return to the courtyard of Xinghua Lane?

If she can't go back, where will she go? Will she travel to the steampunk era or the world of swords and magic?

Thinking of this, Su Yin's thoughts became a little endless.

Speaking of which, a niche science fiction film produced by Qunxing Entertainment last year tells the story of the male protagonist traveling through various other worlds to find fragments of time and reshaping a perfect life.

This movie starts low and ends high. Relying on good reputation, it has gone from countdown to the number of screens to the popularity of the year. Zhou Zhenlin, who plays the male lead, is only 22 years old. He has crushed the new generation of China with his handsome appearance and relatively reliable acting skills. He quickly topped the top of the traffic king and dominated the list. He can be called a phenomenal event in the entertainment industry in China, and his number of fans has reached a terrifying level of billions.

After the film became popular, it soon brought about a storm. Several related hot articles at a certain point were bought out of copyright. Two of them have been adapted and filmed can be started only when the funds are in place.

Uh... When it comes to movie adaptations, it always feels like I have forgotten something.
Chapter completed!